Wednesday, February 15, 2006

V Day Recap

So, late yesterday afternoon was looking pretty bleak, seeing as I hadn't heard a peep from Bim and I hadn't made other plans because I'm an optimistic buffoon. I was headed home for a depressing evening alone with Jonny Weir and Camille. This VD was shaping up to be one of the worst: ranking somewhere in between the one I time actually had a boyfriend and I gave him a shirt and he gave me a big, fat nothing and the time I ended up making out with a guy I met at a bar who told me he was engaged, (I thought he was joking around, because what kind of engaged guy goes to a bar alone on Valentine's Day?) only to discover a couple of months later that he really was engaged when I ended up sitting behind him and his fiance at Easter Mass, and I had to sneak out to avoid an incredibly uncomfortable "Peace be with you." Luckily, right as I got on the bus, my friend Nikki called (cue Handel's Messiah), and we decided to go to Sidebar for $6 pitchers and 10 cent wings. We were joined by Nikki's roommate Theresa and her cousin Elise, the two loudest people in the universe (I say that with love, girls), and good times ensued. Several pitchers later, our boisterous table had joined forces with the other patrons to form the Sidebar Lonely Hearts Club (no band, though), led by a guy named "Next." Anyone named "Next" deserves to be mocked outright. I ended up having a blast, and Bim even called in to report that he had sprained his ankle playing basketball. The only bad part of the evening was the fact that I had to get up at 6AM this morning to teach dental students how to Gram stain. And now my head hurts and I have a ton of work to do.

6 comments:

Liz
said...

I am a firm believer in Valentine's Day being the best night to go out as a single gal. Think about it... you know that every guy in the bar is single (your Church story excluded of course) and thinking about the fact that he doesn't have a lady in his life. Therefore the world is your oyster. Caveat: This theory works much better when V-day falls on a weekend.

I hope you were able to throw the manual at the dentists and let them figure out Gram staining while you caught a bit of a nap. I don't remember it being *that* hard, but then—dentists. I knew one guy at ND who knew he wanted to go to dental school and never really knew what to make of him. Nice guy, but who wants to spend their life sticking their fingers in strangers' mouths?